The second disciple of His Holiness the Sakya, Geriltu, was the most gifted of the three disciples. He was only in his early forties, and he was a half-step Immortal Monarch realm, just one step away from that unfathomable celestial.

But what he's best at is fighting. After following the birth of his master, Geriletu visited various strong people several times, learned martial arts with them, and crushed all the congenital with super combat perseverance, even if he met an immortal monarch, he could also deal with one or two.

But at this moment, a strong sense of crisis suddenly surged in his heart, and that sense of crisis seemed to be about to turn into substance, almost a little breathless.

"Huh?!"

Griletu opened his eyes suddenly, staring at the brilliant golden rainbow in the void.

"What is this?"

Geriltu's pupils constricted, and there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.

The next moment, Jin Hong burst out with a roar and slashed towards Geriltu!

'Bang Bang Bang'

Ge Ri Letu's breath sank, and he silently recited the incantation, and the pineapple wood relics on his chest all exploded. This string of relics was carved by King Sakya himself with mana, which is comparable to the most powerful defensive formation in the world. It can be seen that the Sakya King attached great importance to this second disciple and was worried that he would meet a master outside, so he passed on this string of relics to him.

There are a total of eighteen relics in this string, and even if it is the full force of the Immortal Monarch, it can be carried by it. Moreover, Ge Ri Le Tu, who was obviously panicked at this time, activated all the relics at once, turned them into eighteen light curtains, and protected himself layer by layer.

'Shhh ’

Jin Hong cut horizontally, like a knife cutting butter, and instantly tore apart the layers of light curtains, this light curtain, fused with the essence of the Sakya Dharma King, and was able to withstand the blow of the Immortal Monarch, but it was as vulnerable as a piece of brittle paper.

"No!"

Gřiletu cried out, scrambling to find something. But the next moment, his neck was wiped by Jin Hong, and he instantly quieted down.

'Bang!'

Griletu's head, with a horrified expression on its face, was now separated from his body and smashed to the ground. And his body, still sitting on the sofa, maintaining a cross-legged meditating posture, is lifelike.

'Bang Bang'

I saw Jin Hong volley around a corner, as if drifting, the edge reversed, slashed to the floor, directly cut the floor of the reinforced concrete structure, and entered the next floor.

'Boom'

In an instant, all the red-clothed lamas on the entire floor were killed. No matter what kind of cultivation these lamas were, what they were doing at that time, whether it was adultery, plunder, meditation and recitation, they were all wiped by Jin Hong's neck, and they were ordered to go to Huangquan without defense.

After clearing one floor, Jin Hong instantly cut through the wall and entered the next floor, killing again. In this way, the huge 101 building was already a river of blood, and the corpses of the red-clothed lamas were all over the ground, as well as those frightened girls.

"Hmm... It's supposed to be done, right?"

Under a lonely moon, Zhang Yang carried his hands behind his back and stood on the clouds. His vast divine thoughts had been fully unfolded, covering the entire city of Yuzhou, and in the darkness, all sins were revealed.

At this moment, in the city of Yuzhou, there are a total of 153 red-clothed lamas, plus a second disciple Geriletu, all of whom are ambushed.

"Let's go, go to Rongcheng!"

Zhang Yang's eyes were cold, he recalled the flying sword, and rode the clouds and fog to the west.

......

Sichuan Province, Rongcheng.

Geographically speaking, Sichuan Province is already very close to the west, and the Tibetan area of Linzi, so it is one of the fastest areas to fall after the outbreak of war.

At this moment, Rongcheng has almost become a dead city, as far as the eye can see, high-rise buildings are all over the ground, but there is no smell of people at all. The whole city is haunted by dead air.

On the bank of the Jinjiang River in the southeast of Rongcheng, there is a pavilion called Wangjiang Tower. On the upper floor of Wangjiang, there is a middle-aged man in brocade clothes, holding his hands behind his back, looking at the starry sky.

"Tonight, it's the day when Gre Zhuotu attacks Jiangdu, right?"

After a long time, the brocade man asked lightly.

An old lama in the back hurriedly bowed down and said, "Your Highness, yes." ”

He raised his head and asked, "Your Highness, watching the sky at night, how is the bad luck?"

"Hmm..."

The brocade-clothed man pondered for a long time, shook his head and said, "Not very optimistic." ”

This brocade-clothed man is the eldest disciple of the Sakya Dharma King, who has followed the Sakya Dharma King for the longest time, and now he has reached the peak of his cultivation, and he is a veritable immortal monarch.

He stood there, although he didn't move, but the thousands of kilometers of Yuan Qi around him were moving slowly, and all the flowers and trees were faintly bowing their heads, as if they were all surrendering to him.

"Look. ”

The man in brocade raised his finger and pointed to the sky, saying, "According to the astrological signs of Huaxia, a meteor is a change in the sky, which indicates that a very serious problem will occur, which is caused by the sins of all beings. Now that meteor is coming from the east, it also indicates that the east is not peaceful, and there must be a lot of bloodshed. ”

The old lama looked up, and sure enough, he saw that in the distant night sky, a brilliant golden meteor shot diagonally from the east, and a long tail flame was drawn from behind.

“... Maybe this bloody disaster doesn't mean that the Three Highnesses are them..."The old lama muttered, "The Three Highnesses carry the Supreme Treasure of the Dharma King, and the forty monks under their command can block 400,000 troops. Presumably, he has already taken advantage of the situation to break through Jiangdu and is slaughtering the city. ”

"It's also possible. ”

The brocade man nodded.

After all, the celestial phenomenon of this meteor only represents bloodshed, but it does not say which side bleeds, maybe it is really as the lama said, it is the land of China that bleeds.

Suddenly, he frowned and said:

"Did you hear anything?"

The old lama was stunned for a moment, fixed himself to listen, and sure enough, he heard a scream from the sky in the distance, which was a strange sonic boom emitted by some kind of object when it was flying at a super high speed.

"This"

The old lama looked up and was stunned on the spot.

I saw that the golden meteor outside the sky just now was originally just a fine dust, but at this moment, it was the size of a grain of rice, and looking at that direction, it was actually shooting towards Wangjiang Pavilion!

"This is not a meteor!" the brocade-clothed man's face sank like water.

As soon as his words fell, Jin Hong jumped thousands of feet in the void, becoming more and more bright.

At the same time, that terrifying chill, like a sudden wind, overwhelmingly suppressed.

'Bang!'

The next moment, standing on the bank of the river, the thousand-year-old Wangjiang Pavilion was directly split by this golden rainbow, and several lamas had no time to react at all, and their eyes were black in an instant, and their heads were separated.

'Boom'

Wangjiang Pavilion instantly turned into a ruin and collapsed, and from it, a figure burst out and threw it into the distance, pulling out hundreds of afterimages, which was incredibly fast.

Although he runs fast, the flying sword chases faster!

In an instant, the flying sword had taken advantage of the momentum, cutting through thorns and thorns all the way, breaking through the layers of the opponent's immortal magic powers, and even splitting the talisman weapon directly, and then slashed through his body.

'Poof!'

The eldest disciple of the Sakya Dharma King, His Royal Highness of Tibetan Buddhism, is a dignified immortal monarch who cultivates and is extremely strong in his flesh and can resist miniature nuclear weapons, but at this moment, he was cut by this sword, and his flesh and intestines were overturned.

"What is this?!"

His Highness abandoned his body almost instantly, and his soul left his body and fled westward. If he hadn't made a quick decision just now, I'm afraid that my soul would have been crushed by this golden rainbow.

This is really terrifying, even an immortal monarch like him was cut down with a sword, I'm afraid that even in the presence of his own master, King Sakya, it is difficult to say the victory or defeat!

Thinking of this, he lost all his fighting spirit, and just wanted to quickly evacuate the place of right and wrong, return to Tibet, and return to the wings of the master.

At this time, the golden rainbow did not continue to pursue, but turned towards the Rongcheng area, and everywhere he went, blood flowed everywhere.

"Good... With you as a shield for me, I will definitely be able to return to Tibet safely, don't worry, I will let Master avenge you..."

When His Highness breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly in the void, a golden short hammer smashed down on his head.

'Bang!'

That mass of Immortal Monarch's divine soul was directly smashed into powder by this hammer and disappeared completely.

Half an hour later, Jin Hong swept through the entire Rongcheng, bypassed a graceful arc, and returned to Zhang Yang's sleeve robe.

"The wings of Tibetan Buddhism in the mainland should have been killed, right?"

Zhang Yang stood in the void, half-squinted his eyes and said:

"Now, there's only one Sakya Dharma King left. ”

He stood there, looking to the far west, like an immortal standing under the moon.

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